Chapter 722

"Well, well, you have the courage to look at the whole Nanchuan and dare to talk to me like this. You are the first."

Xu became famous hundreds of years ago. If he had not come out of the Nanchuan crisis, people might think he was dead.

However, as soon as Xu came out, he was the strongest. With the strength of wusheng in the middle period, no one dared to face up to his edge.

"Situ Mo, you are just a young man rising recently. No matter how strong your strength is, you are equally vulnerable in front of old Xu."

"I have lived for 130 years and have never seen such a arrogant and arrogant person."

Old Xu waved to everyone to stop abusing.

"You have a breath of surpassing Emperor Wu. That's aura. You should become a martial saint." Xu's words shocked everyone.

"What, is this boy a martial saint?" Situ Mo looks only in his twenties. He is already a martial saint.

These people are eager to see through situ Mo one by one. Many of them have been practicing for more than 100 years, but now they are only a half step martial Saint at most.

Compared with situ Mo, he was almost alive as a dog.

There are also some people who have their own speculation, "most of the boy has some secrets. He is so young to become a martial saint. It can be said that even if he was put a thousand years ago, he is definitely the first gifted disciple in history."

"Or you get the inheritance of an immortal, or the treasure of the martial god."

Only Yang Xuan was not shocked. After all, he had fought with situ mo.

Between his gestures, situ Mo directly moved to a mountain to suppress, which he could not resist.

But he didn't say it on purpose. He preferred to see these people eat flat.

Just now they all remember how to run on themselves.

"Since I know I'm a martial saint, I don't give in to him quickly." Situ Mo glanced at the crowd and took a look at old Xu, but he still didn't pay attention.

"You need to know that there are people outside people and there are days outside the world. The martial saint is not invincible."

Old Xu shook his head and said in an old age.

"It's not easy to become a martial saint in your twenties. I'll give you a chance to break your hands and feet and abolish your accomplishments. You can save your life."

"Waste your hands and feet? Self abandonment cultivation? " Situ Mo seemed to hear the biggest joke in recent years and laughed unconsciously.

"What are you laughing at? Is what I said so funny? " Old Xu's eyes were full of fine light, and a wave of pressure dispersed. Emperor Wu behind him stepped back one step.

They dare not regret their edge.

Situ Mo grinned and waved his big hand. A wind roared past and the wind swept through the clouds. That momentum disappeared in an instant.

"You talk a lot of nonsense." Situ Mo didn't want to talk any more. A force wrapped the people and retreated to the green front door.

The array he set exists in the green front gate, even if these Emperor Wu wants to break in, he can't do it.

Zhang Liu's golden body appeared on the body surface, glittering and spreading all over the body. The next second, he disappeared in place and reappeared. He had come near Xu.

A half surprised look flashed on old Xu's face.

Immediately, the body surface also bloomed one after another aura.

Reiki condensed into a yellowish mask, which directly blocked situ Mo's attack.

However, situ Mo's fist can kill the existence of Wu Sheng.

Xu laochuji was blown away.

Hit the mountain peak in front, with a "bang", huge rocks rolled down, and there was a big hole halfway up the mountain.

"Old Xu?" A crowd screamed.

Old Xu is a martial saint. He is also an old martial saint. He was blown away with a fist.

The power was too great and blew too far. I didn't know if they were dead. Situ Mo gave them an unparalleled shock.

A group of people looked at the huge pit on the hillside. If old Xu was defeated, who could fight with situ Mo.

"The sect leader is powerful and invincible." The disciples of Qingfeng sect were full of energy and shouted one after another. The experts of major schools in Nanchuan looked like dead parents.

Who would have thought that Mr. Xu would be defeated by a face-to-face meeting.

"Brother situ, is the bad old man dead?" Su Su shook situ Mo's arm.

The shaking didn't matter, but it developed so well that situ Mo felt a strange feeling at the bottom of his heart.

"Su Su, this old immortal is the cultivation of Wu Sheng in the middle period. He has strong strength and is not so easy to die."

"Besides, don't hold it. It will distract me."

"Ah?" Su Su was puzzled. Then she noticed her action. Suddenly, Hongxia was on her face. She quickly let go and retreated to the rear. She was at a loss.

At the same time, a cold hum came from the mountain.

Threatening the heavenly power is like thunder, as if the world is going to collapse. People with weak strength directly spit out a mouthful of blood, which is obviously seriously injured.

Then they saw a figure rising into the sky. Hundreds of auras were wrapped around him, each with the thickness of his arm.

"I didn't expect that your physical body has reached this level of cultivation."

"I almost suffered a great loss, but that's all for you."

When old Xu waved, whirlwinds danced with him, flying sand and stones. In a moment, hundreds of auras flew like hundreds of hands shaking.

There is the power of heaven and earth at every turn.

"Congealing!" With a loud drink, the whirlwind and aura around old Xu formed a sky knife hundreds of feet long.

The sky knife is flying in the sky, like another world.

A knife fell, full of brilliant heavenly power.

"This old thing also hides its strength. I'm afraid it's half a step in the later stage of wusheng."

Situ Mo stood with his hands on his back, and his body gradually took off. He was not afraid of the coming knife.

Three hundred flying swords came out. Now his cultivation has reached the martial saint, and his strength has already surpassed that when he just got three hundred flying swords.

The three hundred flying swords are the treasures of the fairyland. With the improvement of his strength, his power has increased greatly.

Three hundred flying swords turned into a light wheel in his hand. Under the urging of hundreds of auras, countless divine lights burst out, rumbling like thunder.

For a time, the wind and cloud changed color, and the aura and power of the wind swept through the world.

Three hundred flying swords directly face the sky sword like a tiger.

"Bang bang!" The explosion continued to sound, and the sky was incomparably bright.

"What happened? How's it going? " Even if it was half a step, the martial Saint couldn't see what was happening inside.

Both the people of Qingfeng gate and the people of all sects in Nanchuan looked at this scene very nervously.

The surrounding peaks rise from time to time, soar into the sky, or fall together, cutting hundreds of feet of large cracks.

Where are mortals? It's obviously a fight between immortals.

"Is this the real strength of situ Mo?" Yang Xuan was a little scared. Situ Mo would have died ten thousand times if he really wanted to kill him.